DoubleTeamHer (2 page)

If the room had been quiet, surely the skidding of my
stilettoes on tile would’ve sent a screech to the ceiling and back.

My eyes widened. I blinked and rubbed at them. Should I
trust what I saw?

Then he smiled at me and the screech wasn’t my shoes but my
voice. Joy leaped from my chest and sent me flying across the space between us.
I launched myself into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Frank. Oh Frankie.” I cupped his square jaw and rained
kisses over his cheeks, chin, nose, that sexy mouth that used to do amazing
things to my pussy and breasts. Even to my heart. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just about to ask you the same thing.” He glanced
around. The grin faded but his big hands massaged my ass and sent fire racing
through my cunt. “I thought you left, married that asshole lawyer. Does he know
you’re moonlighting again?”

My mouth devoured his neck. The pussy-wetting scent of his
familiar manly cologne brought memories of our marriage and our later hot
meetings in the back room rushing to the forefront of my mind. “We’re getting a
divorce.”

He drew back. His jade eyes twinkled. “Really? What
happened?”

I slid down his hard body, noting the bulk of his cock on my
belly. I waved a dismissive hand then reached for his. The warmth of his palm
and fingers laced in mine made me sigh, smile. “Oh you know, controlling,
jealous, pretty much just plain mean as hell. The usual. I should have seen it
all along. But enough of that. Gosh, it’s
so
good to see you.”

He closed his eyes and moaned as if he’d just bitten into a
decadent bonbon. “Mmm, you too, baby. You too.”

“Come on.” I dragged him past the dance floor area with its
ramped-up orgy going on. “I don’t have any bookings. We’ll get caught up and
spend some time together in the back. Free of charge. It’s on me.”

He tugged on my hand and stopped me in mid-step. “Uh,
Jazmine?”

Alarm sent my pulse into a thready beat. I turned back at
the odd tone in his voice. “W-what?”

He reached behind him with his free hand, turned and drew
the most stunning brunette forward. She wrapped her arms around his elbow and
rubbed her large breasts against his arm until her nipples poked against her
top.

My jaw tensed.
Crap.

Her onyx eyes gleamed, not with the jealousy of competition
between two women but with acceptance, even…was that lust? “Hello, Jazmine. I’m
Giovanna, Frank’s new girlfriend.”

She took my hand so the three of us stood in a connected triangle.
The feminine smoothness made that thing in my soul melt a hint more. Yet if I’d
been a cat my back would’ve arched. My claws would’ve discharged, my fangs exposed
and a growl of hostility would have been forced from my throat.

What the fuck? Frank was
my
territory.

“Jaz…” Frank’s stare penetrated me the way one of those
swords through a heart tattoo did. A broken heart.

I gulped. My stare bounced from this Giovanna’s breasts and gorgeous
face to Frank’s breathtaking good looks. “Y-yes?”

“Gio and I, we’d like to…”

I yanked my hands from their double grip. “What? What are
you hinting at?”

Gio spoke up, her voice husky, breathy. “We’d like to book
an hour with you. Just the three of us. Alone.”

My gaze shifted to Frank. “W-what’s she talking about?”

“Exactly what she said. She has a fantasy to have a
threesome. But not with two men. With a man and a woman.” He gave me a slow nod
and winked at me.

I rubbed at my suddenly aching breastbone with the heel of
my hand, searching for my boss but he was nowhere to be seen. Though the emcee
glanced my way, he didn’t spend much time on it, probably assuming these to be
new customers. “I-I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Yes. Just say yes.” Gio’s hot gaze swept me up and down,
side to side.

Heat singed my skin wherever her eyes explored. Then she
homed in on my pussy through the thin fabric of my robe. All that protected me
from the blaze was the thin line of my G-string. The wicked side of my heart
thawed another notch, and to my surprise its product seemed to be the dampening
of my cunt.

What in the world?

Frank whisked me into his arms and kissed me. He held me
close to his firm body and skated his lips over mine. “So what do ya say,
beautiful? Want to fulfill another one of my fantasies? Giovanna’s too?”

My nipples abraded over Frank’s wide chest. They’d already
tingled and hardened against my will at this Giovanna’s brazen regard of me.
Now they’d turned to full-blown bullets.

Back-room play with two men had never bothered me but I’d
always drawn the line at this kind of threesome in my private life. Granted I’d
never really given much thought to it, but now it stared me in the face. Both
of them expected an answer right this second.

And a “yes” answer at that.

I wasn’t sure why—maybe because I sensed it might be the only
way I could spend time with Frank again—but I did nod my agreement. “O-okay.
You know I’ve never been with a woman before in that way, but I’ve missed you
so much. If that’s what you want I’ll do it.”

He lifted me up and swung me around. When he set me down, he
wrapped his arms around me and Giovanna, kissed me then her. As he led us
toward the bar, I assumed to pay for our session, he said, “You won’t regret
it, I promise. Neither of you will.”

“Neither of us?”

Frank chuckled and squeezed my hip. “Yeah. Like I said Gio’s
never been with a woman before either. But she wants to try it, has a fantasy
to fulfill.”

“Ah. I do see now.”

Boy did I ever. He’d come here to share me with another
woman of all things, to fulfill
her
fantasy, not mine.

So yes I did see. I saw as clear as boiling water that Frank
hadn’t come here for me. And he apparently didn’t love me anymore.

How astounding. Though Frank was one of the hottest men I’d
ever met, I’d never expected him to have an ex-wife as perfect and exquisite as
this Jazmine woman. My cunt quickened at the first sight of her. Long blonde
hair, sky-blue eyes, full breasts and a Pamela Anderson-like body to rival
mine.

A raving beauty.

I studied her mouth. The lips were full and so kissable, and
despite my inexperience with women I could envision them devouring my pussy.

The image of it nearly brought me to my trembling knees in
worship. I had an urge to bite my knuckles, to breeze up to her and get my
hands on those curves. No jealousy this time like it used to be in my past when
a man of mine showed interest in another woman—that had been very rare though.
But this female perfection? No. Ever since those out-of-nowhere erotic dreams
of me with another woman had started, I viewed women in a whole new light. And
I saw this one as a conquest, not as competition, not as a distracting object
of my man’s desires.

On the way here, Frank had explained to me that his ex used
to work here but that she’d left some time back after her fiancé had stormed in
and found her with Frank. This Jazmine had supposedly had an epiphany of some
sort, settled down and married the man. Frank had assured me, however, that
there would be ample women to choose from even though Jazmine no longer worked
here.

But she did.

The last person I’d expected to “choose from” was the ex.

I inspected her again, hungry for the sight of her and
stunned at the luck of it, of her being here, of Frank taking me to this
naughty place I’d never heard of. How had I not heard of it before?

But there was more. Much more. Frank’s hot ex wasn’t the
highest level of heaven available at this Puss ’N Tush’s wild lair.

My scrutiny wandered the smoky perfume-scented room. A cage
filled a corner beyond the dance floor. A woman had been strung up naked and
her body was pressed against the bars. Hordes of customers felt her up, sucked
her nipples, reached in and finger-fucked her. She moaned and screamed in
ecstasy. Her body shuddered, her makeup-caked eyes rolled back in her head and
she gripped the chains, pressing herself into the bars. It wasn’t a case of
being forced. Oh no. She clearly enjoyed it.

Apparently the allure of being in control of all those
people—oh my goodness, men
and
women—despite being trussed up and caged
got her off.

Holiness help me but I couldn’t stop gawking.

To my left there were four female strippers, each on their
own peninsula stage. Gold poles were positioned in the center just far enough
away from the drooling customers to entice them to dig money out of their
pockets. The women’s bodies rippled like the ocean. They made love to their
poles with smoldering looks and glimpses of moist pussies, promising the jewel
to their admirers. They were all different—black, white, large-breasted and
small, petite and amazon. But they had one thing in common. They were striking.

It surprised me when my mouth curved in a smile. As soon as
Frank and I had walked through the doors the atmosphere had sucked me in.
Wickedness and the freeing sensation of this taboo club stirred my blood.
Mellow rock music poured from the overhead speakers, no doubt the style chosen
by the emcee in the booth near the stages. It would keep the people lined
around the U-shaped bar spending money on ten-dollar cocktails and the promise
of pussy after they made their way back to the stages. It was the sort of tunes
that lifted the spirits and broke down inhibitions while the sensual beat of it
seemed to possess the strippers and make them gyrate. It reeled the customers
in with sex appeal, some potent wine and abundant kink.

The infectiousness of it had already grabbed hold of me.

No way I could leave even if I wanted to.

I’d found my second home.

“Gio.” Frank squeezed my hand.

“What?” I blinked and drew my gaze back to him and Jazmine.
How could I have looked away from her? I wanted to laugh at myself. Being here
could only be described as that of a kid in a toy store. No. Wait. Rather an
adult in a sex toy shop. What to pick? What to play with next? And why couldn’t
I just have them all?

He drew me to his side, wrapped his arm around my waist and
dropped an affectionate kiss on my forehead. “Jazmine’s schedule is open. Are
you ready to go ‘party’ with her?”

“Oh yes. Yes.” I perused her body again. In just a few
minutes I’d have my hands on her, my lips and breasts rubbing against hers.
“I’m so ready.”

Jazmine’s chest rose with a deep inhalation. She eyed me
back, touching my body with a considering caress that made my nipples tighten
and my cunt clench. I wasn’t sure if that glittering inspection was based on
jealousy or desire. Or maybe both.

Now that intrigued me. I’d learn from her yet attempt to
soften her so she got in to me and Frank equally.

“Great.” Jazmine placed her hand on Frank’s where he held
mine tight. She broke our hold and wiggled her way in between us. I allowed the
aggressive intrusion without complaint and gave myself a mental whistle at my
first touch of a woman in a sexy way as opposed to friendly. Her fingers twined
through mine. They were cold but smooth and feminine.

Frank halted and swung around so we were in that triangle
again. “Since it’s both of us, what about paying for the ‘party’? I need to
head to the bar first and get that taken care of.”

She lifted Frank’s hand and mine and kissed the back of
each. A hot coil of heat traveled down my arm, into my breasts and made my
nipples tighten further. It went on to spill into my belly and jolt me with an
unmistakable conclusion.

Yes. I wanted a woman.
This
woman.

“Like I said, it’s on me.” Jazmine murmured it, almost as if
she regretted having offered a freebie before Frank had introduced us.

Frank blinked. “Are you sure, Jaz? I…”

Jazmine smiled with an adoring sparkle in her eyes. “Yes.
Very. I don’t need the money. I’m supposed to receive a huge settlement from
Rob.” She directed her next words to me. “This place, Puss ’N Tush, it’s just
for…well, for fun. At least for tonight with you two.”

“If you’re sure.” Frank shuffled his feet, clearly the proud
cop uncomfortable with bucking the justice system and his own lawful morals.

Jazmine—or Jaz as Frank seemed to be fond of calling
her—gifted us each with a twinkly wink that made my mouth water and my knees
reacquire their weak, boneless sensation. “It’s really nice to meet you,
Giovanna,” Jazmine said. “Now let’s go, you two hotties. We should claim one of
those party rooms before they’re taken. This might be fun after all.”

Jazmine led us to one of three party rooms down a long
hallway. The space had five black-carpeted booths. She chose the one in the far
right nook. The bench seat had a platform that ran above and behind it with
slanted slats on either side, I assumed so the strippers had ways of getting at
their customers from above. Rolled-up fluffy towels had been stuffed onto a
shelf to the right. To the left, a teak shelf provided a wicker basket of
various mini-bottled whiskeys and vodka, and another overflowed with snacks.

The next shelf held tubes of lube and bowls of condoms, and
yet another larger basket contained sex toys in interesting shapes and sizes.

I inhaled the unmistakable acrid odor of marijuana.
Apparently those snacks were for the post-sex drug-induced munchies. Beneath
the drug smells I detected feminine perfume and male cologne along with the aroma
of sex stirred by the air-conditioning bursting from the high register vents.
Moans, girlie voices and skin-slapping noises mingled from the other four private
spaces amid the overhead rock music.

“Wow.” It was all I could get out in my excitement and
stunned disbelief.

Again I wondered how I’d missed this underground sinful
place, even having lived in Miami my entire life.

“Please.” Jazmine gestured to the bench. “Have a seat. Both
of you.”

We obeyed. Frank settled near the towel side, me the shelf
of goodies. I wanted to be able to reach a nerve-calmer in case I needed it.
Like now. Anticipation knotted my stomach so I twisted open a bottle of vodka,
took a deep breath and drained the strong liquid.

I coughed at the burn and wiped my mouth with the back of my
hand. “Whew. Strong stuff.”

“Here.” Jazmine handed a tequila sample to Frank. She seemed
familiar with his preference, and somehow it didn’t bother me in the least.
“Your turn, Frankie. All three of us need to get loose and ready for this
session.”

Session sounded a bit…I don’t know, clinical to me. But I
ignored it. All I wanted was to sample a woman, and this one would do way
beyond fine.

It must’ve been a woman-to-woman instinct because she
glanced at me and amended her words. “Actually not ‘session’. What I meant was
fantasy. One of mine too—I’ve never been with a woman before. I mean, you know,
all
the way.”

Frank threw back the tequila and swallowed. He suppressed a
cough and chuckled. “Well it’s not like I wasn’t game for it in our marriage.”

Just for a brief moment she checked out mentally, went all
dreamy-eyed. She chewed on her bottom lip before adding, “I know, baby, I know.
But I’ve changed since our marriage. Really, since my marriage to Rob. I want
less. Yet more, different. Do you understand?”

“I do.” I blurted it out, suddenly feeling as if I intruded
on some romantic rendezvous between lovers.

Frank chucked the bottle into a nearby trashcan and set his
hand on my leg. At his insistence I’d worn a black leather getup with matching
knee-high boots. My breasts strained to escape from the tight halter-style
dress. The neck of it plunged to my navel while the skirt portion practically
rose so high I was certain Jazmine could glimpse my pussy.

Not that I was complaining. Teasing her—both of them at the
same time—turned me on like nothing else in my life ever had.

Frank’s palm slid up my thigh. He nudged my legs apart. I
hadn’t worn panties so he found my clit in no time. The instant contact sent a
zap through my blood. I couldn’t stop my hips from rising to press my nub
harder against his fingertip. I moaned while keeping my gaze on Jazmine.

She smiled, her eyes practically glued to mine. “Really? You
get it? My need for less yet more. Different.”

Frank knew me well enough to recognize that at a sexy time
like this with his hand between my thighs I could barely get anything past my
throat except growls and groans.

He spoke for me. “Yes. Gio’s changed recently. Like I said
out there, she’s had a yearning for a woman to join us. Not a man. With the
exception of me, she’s tired of men.” One of his fingers glided through my slit
and filled my vagina. A soft whimper escaped my lips.

Jazmine kneeled in front of me. She reached down and removed
her stilettoes and slid the see-through chiffon robe from her shoulders. It
fell in a crimson wisp to the floor, leaving her bare except for a string
thong. Her hands gripped my thighs and pressed into my muscles as she moved her
palms higher, closer to Frank’s hand.

“What a coincidence. You must’ve read my mind. I’ve been
noticing women more too, in a…you know, sexual way. More than just friends or ‘dance’
partners or fooling around for money.”

“You have?” I panted the words out and slapped my hands onto
the seat. So this wasn’t just a job for her, for money. It was a dream of hers
too, something she yearned for rather than performed on an emotionless level.

I closed my eyes and let out a breath of relief.

Oh my god, thank you, Frank. Thank you for bringing me
her
e.

Jazmine kissed one of my knees then the other. “Mm-hm. I
need more. I need it for real with people I can grow to care about. Now lift
your butt so I can get this skimpy thing out of the way.”

Grow to care about?

I hadn’t thought of it that way. Uh, no. I didn’t want to
get so involved that I “cared”. I just wanted the physical part of it. But I
wouldn’t admit to that because then I wouldn’t get what I wanted.

I raised my hips and gave her room to expose more of my
lower body. Her warm breath fanned my thighs as she moved higher and nudged the
hem of my dress up. The crunch of shifting leather sounded naughty. Its
snugness bunched around my waist, reminding me of a woman I’d seen on the dance
floor with her skintight skirt hiked up and a man on his knees munching between
her legs.

Jazmine drew Frank’s hand away from me and winked at him.
Her eyes glittered at him and I thought of the sea sparkling below the
Caribbean noonday sun. “Do you mind, sweetie? Since it’s my first ‘real’ time
with a woman too, I want to get a good look at Giovanna’s pussy to see what I’m
about to taste.”

Sweetie? How nauseating. Ah please just stop with the
lovey-dovey shit. And make it a quick look. Then just do it for heaven’s sake.
Taste
me.

“You kidding? This is every man’s dream.” He unzipped his
jeans and released his cock, already fully hard. While he stroked himself, he
bent and closed his mouth over hers.

Envy gripped me at the sight of him touching himself while
their lips met in a tender, familiar kiss. Dammit,
I
wanted to be the
center of attention. But hell with it. The edges of my own desire softened the
blow, as well as the knowledge that both those mouths would be on me before we
left this place.

No. I refused to be a bystander.

Uh-uh. Just being a voyeur to something as alluring as this
was
not
going to happen.

I needed it all the way. And I wanted to be in the middle.
Nothing less would satisfy me. So I cleared my throat to snap them out of it.

Jazmine drew back and returned her interest to me. She zoned
in on my cunt and I could swear my vibrator had just skimmed across my clit for
a brief moment. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “So pretty and pink.
I can’t wait to see what you’re going to feel like on my tongue, my lips, my
fingers. And my pussy. I want to rub my pussy against yours.”